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[dog_lover]

"...bark for me?"

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[classifieds]

Hey! It's Carol. I know we've only spoken once, but I like your style.

I'm looking at accomplishing something here. You interested in hearing about it?

Re: audio

[dog_lover]

I like your style as well.

And I'm very interested in hearing what you have to say. Where would you like to meet?

[classifieds]

My cabin is 305. If you prefer somewhere public, I can meet you on the deck.

[dog_lover]

305 is fine. When should I be there?

In Person - post gift thread

[dark_lady_sariss]

She arrives, the box with the lingerie tucked under one arm, knocking. When the door opens, her eyebrow arches, and she holds up the box.

"I believe...I was summoned?"

And given her feelings on the idea of being directed, it ought to say a lot that she's there at all. But Makima has been an...exception. Since they met in the strange dream.

Re: In Person - post gift thread

[dog_lover]

She glances at the box, and then her focus is on Sariss. On her face. Her eyes. She wonders if Sariss knows how much of a privilege it is for her to care what she looks like, to look at her face. That she likes thinking about it.

She guesses not.

"I gave you a present. I thought you'd come to see me when you wanted to use it."

[dark_lady_sariss]

Such understanding can come, of time and conversation.

"You gave me a lure," she replied, "that happens to come in the shape of a present. And...here I am."

Her hand reached out, questing for one of Makima's.

[dog_lover]

"What were you expecting?" she says as she reaches a hand out to entwine her fingers with Sariss's. Her fingers can move in all sorts of unique and interesting ways when she's performing but right now, the intent is to get close and wrapped around and unable to be pulled apart.

"What else would I give you for a present?"

She smiles impishly.

"Thank you for my present."

[friendsfordinner]

Checking in on you. How're you doing post Apocalypse?

[ for practical reasons. that's all. juuuust practical reasons. ]

[dog_lover]

I...

How are you?

[friendsfordinner]

I don't know.

Odd, isn't it. I got everything that I ever wanted. But in the end, there's a part of me that's glad when things went back to normal. I should absolutely hate this place now, but I don't.

[dog_lover]

It wasn't real.

It was only real for... for a little while. And it wasn't because we did anything. It just gave it to us.

And I knew that it had to be according to how it liked things. It ruined the whole idea.

[shamebat]

Are you doing well, Makima?

[dog_lover]

Do you want to know the truth?

Or would you rather I was better?

[shamebat]

I think the truth.

[dog_lover]

I do terrible things.

I try to be good.

And nothing changes.

I'm tired of everyone lying to me. I'm tired of this whole place lying to me.

[shamebat]

What the fuck, Makima?

You get a man to do your killing for you? Have I not taught you better how to kill and make it look like an accident, my little murder baby?

[dog_lover]

I didn't want anyone killed. And I didn't have any killing to do. Is that what he told you?

[shamebat]

He has told me nothing. I don’t even know the little fucker.

I have to hear this from Iris. And now I am in trouble.

What happened?

Having and Wanting and Having Again

[madaboutit]

From here.

He bumps the door open with his free hand, but doesn't look back, just kicks it shut. Sweeney's target is honed, and he won't be detoured. Once they're vaguely close enough, he tosses her roughly on the bed, not waiting a moment before he's crawling up on her. His tongue slides along her collarbone, and caps it with a bite of her shoulder. There's no playful nipping; she'd set a precedent and he is all too eager to see it answered as best as he's able. He may not be drawing blood, but he'll leave her a patchwork of purple.

Re: Having and Wanting and Having Again

[dog_lover]

For her, the sharpness is more important than the ache, the blood more important than the bruise. She wanted to taste him, taste his power, the primal stuff he's made of as much as he is blood and bone and ash and that intimacy, that understanding, a tiny piece of him becoming her, makes her shiver as much as the pain that elevates the way her body is tingling and needful. He won't find a bruise later, because she'll heal, but right now, it's perfect.

She lands on the bed and barely makes it move; she's so light, small, but it's all an illusion to hide the strength in her that has her yanking him up for a kiss.

Re: Having and Wanting and Having Again

[madaboutit]

For a moment, everything is urgent; his hands and mouth want everything at once. Her firm direction to her kiss grounds him briefly, but it all aches too much to stay rooted in the thing. Sweeney indulges in a grind against her before he sits back on his heels.

His hand grabs her opposite shoulder and forcefully twists her onto her belly beneath him. Sweeney makes quick work of pulling her open shirt off, casting it carelessly behind him. His attention is already on her bra who's clasp he frees with a flick of nimble fingers.

Sweeney curls forward. Though the effort is far easier with her skirt hiked, his gaze lingers on the contrast of her pale skin and red hair while he reaches down until he finds lace. His fingers slip beneath it, coil, and yank until the seams yield. Once she's free of them, he tosses the fabric in the general direction of her shirt. It doesn't much matter; he's focused on his next want.

He lowers his mouth to her skin, and his hot tongue draws up the length of her spine, from the small of her back to the point where it becomes neck. Sweeney continues forward a bit further, burying his face in her loose locks and inhaling deeply. Though the moan is muffled when it can't fully escape past his pressed lips, there's no hiding it. Nor the tremble the scent and taste of her puts in him.

Hand-delivered by Najda, post-event.

[dark_lady_sariss]

[Whether or not she's heard of what happened before the letter arrives, at least Nadja has the details. It had been the last letter she'd written, the hardest one. There are a pair of false starts, where her hand had failed as the pain had begun. But she'd managed it, though at the very end it became clear that she had simply run out of the ability to write with precision.]

Dearest Makima,

I love you. I've never said it aloud, but I hope you knew. Something I never thought to find, or experience. Something I didn't know I was capable of. But you have it, all the same - freely given, without compulsion and without hope for gain. You, who understood. You, who gave me honesty in turn. You, who warmed my nights and gave my days new purpose.

I wish I could have shown you so many things. So many wonders, a galaxy for you to discover, and discover yourself in. But in the end, the greater wish is that I were able to see your face once more, feel your hands in mind or to kiss you tenderly. Those moments where my heart was filled with light, light I never thought I could find or even comprehend. Light I once rejected as a weakness. You taught me so much.

Be happy, Makima. A difficult request, I know, but I hope you make it there. Know that you, all of you, was special beyond all words to me.

Love,
Sariss

from the halloween party

[dog_lover]

[ from here ]

Her own steps behind him are measured and slow, sharing nothing about what she's thinking about or might be considering. She pauses as she steps into the torture dungeon... but only to pull the door closed behind them. And lock it.

Then her riding crop will go against the wall next to it.

"On the bed now, doggy."

Re: from the halloween party

[brushoff]

Makima said that she only accepts dogs that can say 'yes' or 'woof.' As far as Dorian's concerned? He can be that dog for as long as humanly possible. As long as she gives him what he wants? He'll happily be her dog.

"Yes," Dorian simply says, as he makes his way to the bed. He sits down on it, looking up at Makima with an expectant little smile.